"Is it a pity..."
King Luoxue closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, outlining a heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching smile.
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Thousands of years ago, among the sea of clouds in the Qin Mountains, it was the time when thousands of flowers were in full bloom. You could see bright flowers, listen to the singing of birds, listen to the wind of nature, and see the mountains and white clouds.
A man dressed in snow-white, with a handsome appearance, walked in the sea of clouds in Qinshan Mountain.
"You are the Luoxue God King... My name is You Yun, I come from the Central Continent, and I have my eyes on you."
That woman is as beautiful as if she walked out of a painting, so beautiful that people can't bear to touch it.
Seeing that beautiful face, King Luoxue couldn't help but feel his heart pounding.
I don't know how many springs and autumns passed, the woman became a goddess admired by the world, and led the people to a more civilized glory with the King Luoxue.
However, after the Spring and Autumn Period, the woman's divine power was drained little by little.
With the depletion of the woman's divine power, the world is filled with resentment.
The ancients smashed the idols of women, destroyed the temples, and let resentment pollute the faith. It was a dark era.
"I want her heart."
In the temple, the Luoxue God King held the Heaven Slaughter Blade, and swung his sword like a madman to kill those ancient people with countless lives as the price.
However, in the end, several powerful experts from the top families appeared and joined forces to suppress the Luoxue God King.
"I want her heart..."
In the end, the Luoxue God King seemed to compromise. In front of thousands of strong men, he seemed to become a puppet without any emotion. He swallowed the woman's heart and left the temple, never to be seen again for ten thousand years.
"Yun'er..."
Suddenly, the Luoxue God King opened his eyes, and a white divine power emerged from his eyes, soaring straight into the sky.
At this moment, under Ye Qingtang's unbelievable gaze, I saw a beautiful woman in phantom form, standing beside the Snow King, with a beautiful smile on the corner of her mouth.
"Yun'er..."
The Luoxue God King exhausted all his strength and wanted to grab the woman, but his palm passed through the woman's body, which was a kind of blur that seemed like a world away.
Ye Qingtang looked at the beautiful woman with a trace of complexity in her eyes.
At this moment, Ye Qingtang finally understood what was said between Killing Heaven Blade and Luoxue God King.
That woman... should be the strange woman from ten thousand years ago.
Ten thousand years ago, she had adored the God King Luoxue and was willing to stay on this continent for him.
But the Luoxue God King did not hesitate to bear countless original sins and remain anonymous for thousands of years, just to leave this continent with her heart and bring her back to life again.
Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the years have passed...
God King Luoxue, for ten thousand years, he has never lived alone with his last ray of hope.
And that strange woman, even after her death, her obsession with her lover was hidden deep in her heart.
Today, the Luoxue God King encountered a catastrophe, so he obsessed with turning into the appearance of a strange woman in her lifetime, and appeared here to protect the most important person in her life...
When the woman waved her hand, the bloody thunder exploded and disappeared.
"My name is You Yun... from the Central Continent... King Luoxue, I have my eyes on you."
The woman looked at the Luoxue God King in front of her, and kept repeating the words when they first met.
"Yun'er..."
God King Luoxue, his body was trembling, what a strong man, but he couldn't stand it any longer, weeping in a low voice.
The scene from ten thousand years ago seemed to resurface again.
After the strange woman died, King Luoxue took her heart and came to a small tree. No one knew where the small tree grew.
After the small tree grew into a towering giant tree, the Luoxue God King's long ink-dyed hair had turned into snow white.
Thirty years under the tree.
I don't know what year it is.